I trained to talk. Oldest of seven children, I bantered as a toddler, hobnobbing with grown-ups. I helped the younger ones form vocabulary, first words like “Momma. Dadda. Look. No. Up.” In school, we learned, “you’ll be graded on class participation.” No problem for me, an extrovert. I knew how to speak up, how to raise… Continue Reading
The first time I heard the word, “plethora,” I sat in a teacher development intensive to practice stress reduction for my life passages, body aches and pains, aging, the universal thises and thats that we all suffer. I had signed up for years of study to learn to help others do the same. Our teachers… Continue Reading
I walked into the funeral chapel at 4:00 to visit before the service for a long-time friend, Mary, at 5:00. I saw bright bouquets with heartfelt notes lining walls. I felt the touch of Mary’s son Tim’s hug. The scent of lilies filled the room. I heard the family greet friends, some sniffling, “I’m sorry… Continue Reading
I wonder a lot, wonder about all of us, wonder, if we get honest about what my grandson calls, “Covid time,” do we do things we used to do? Fly? Travel? Attend concerts? Visit friends in nursing homes or hospitals? Hmm. I’ve also wondered about that sourdough I used to buy. I wonder these Covid… Continue Reading
It was that season. The crisp Maine air chilled faces that fall I traveled to Puerto Morelos, leaves crunched underfoot at home. In October I flew to the Yucatan Peninsula for a writing retreat with women I called “my writing tribe.” We stretched in yoga at dawn with other sunrise-watchers. Then Maria, a local chef,… Continue Reading
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